I eat love for a living
I burp out different-sized chunks of
half-digested love from the night
before. It tastes like pineapple
shots with regret chasers. All I
remember is over-stuffing my
body with an abundance of
uncooked proportions of
all-you-can-eat all-batter
no-meat meatloaf and
the relief from the
loss of hunger
that came
after.